• Black bodies float in the sea as the sands of limbo disintegrate
    I heard you scream my name, while hell hit the horizon,
    Kissing fireflies on the beach, your pores began to dissipate
    Your eyes, forever glued to mine breached as your heart began to wizen.

    I mentioned the path along the bay, lit by the host of desires
    Our lockets long have rusted, this picture has worn and weathered
    I enjoy the company of burning streets, My heart now made from wires

    I'll wait for you until the streets become sand
    And all the ceilings in New York recklessly crash down
    I'll wait for you until the stars dominate the skies again